The man in white paid him no attention, remaining absorbed in his own music.
Hu Xiaotian recognized the man. He was none other than Tang Jingyu, the young master of the Falling Cherry Palace whom he had encountered in Peak Forest Gorge. Hu Xiaotian could not understand it. Why was Tang Jingyu here too? What connection did the Falling Cherry Palace have with Python Jiao Island?
Yan Boguang cupped his fists. "May I ask your name, brother?" He did not know Tang Jingyu and assumed that he, too, belonged to Python Jiao Island.
Hu Xiaotian vaguely sensed something was wrong today. Using Secret Voice Transmission, he warned Yan Nujiao, "Be careful. We shouldn't linger here."
At his warning, Yan Nujiao bit her cherry-red lip, stepped forward, and tugged at Yan Boguang's sleeve. "Brother, let's go. I don't want to play anymore!"
The music stopped abruptly. Tang Jingyu turned his deep-set eyes toward Yan Nujiao, but his gaze betrayed a lecherous intent. A faint smile touched his lips. "Miss Yan, since you're here, make yourself comfortable. Why not stay and listen while I play for you?"
Only then did Yan Boguang realize something was amiss. Surely the people of Python Jiao Island would not dare treat them so rudely. "Hey!" he snapped. "What are you saying? Do you know who we are?"
"Who you are doesn't matter," Tang Jingyu said. "Who your father is-that's what matters!"
"Let's go! Let's get out of here!" Yang Yuan cried in panic.
But a sudden rumble sounded behind them. Hu Xiaotian turned and saw that someone had sealed the cave entrance with a massive boulder.
Yan Boguang was ruthless when he struck. Raising his hand, he fired a sleeve arrow straight at Tang Jingyu. Since the man intended to harm him and his sister, there